THE NEW YORKER :J 27 ----- .. .....% W'" . " ,...._..,',.-"1' ."_....,.'''"^': .''.. _ . ,I ill,: \ .-._ :..;:: :.' " .......... . . oN .... .........:.:=:...... ........ :: :.....:... ... . ..... "* ' . _.,./A..... ................. . .'..'. ...,>..<<:-.,<' $'" " .. . , , " " -- "':..:::'. ......... :ò;:. ":' :,{tø }P-\WØ:i' :::::::,: :::::'..... ." .." _ '"_... .rî::,:,: ",.. ; '''iå'' . "1 imagine it's the University of Southern California." place, since it's a little off their beaten route. They would probably be sur... prised to know that Copenhagen is the gay-est, pleasantest, most civilized city in Europe, populated by the most charm- ing and intelligent people in the world. The news, no doubt," he jeered, "would come as a distinct shock to our Bohemian friends on the Left Bank, whose complete conception of the geography of Europe does not ex- tend, apparently, beyond the Eiffel Tower. But go to Copenhagen, by all means. Pa-a-ris," he snarled. "Not in a million years-Copenhagen! Cop- enhagen!" he yelled, threw his hands up in a gesture eloquent of exasperated futility over the spectacle of human idiocy, gasped stertorously for breath, and shot clawlike fingers clutching for the whiskey glass. T HEN suddenly, seeing the stricken figure, the somewhat appalled face, of young Mr. Doaks, so swiftly and so sharply caught here among imagined great ones of the earth, and finding all of it so strange, Mr. Malone, as if the face of the young Doaks brought sharp- . . ly back and instantly the memory of the young Malone, and of all Doakses, all Malones that ever were, put down his whiskey glass and cried out warmly, richly, "But I thought that what I read was-was-" Just for a moment the pale lips writhed tormented in his beard, and then-oh, tormented web of race and man-he got it out. He smiled at the young Doaks quite winningly and said, "I liked your book. Good luck to " vou. .I Such a man as thIs was Mr. Seamus Malone. -THOMAS WOLFE . . HYLIDAE. Pale dogmatist, my conscience, you have done All you can do to wreck the merry sun; You would be steadier than stars, you would Transfix the pattern of eternal Good, The heavenly kaleidoscope arrest In such perfection as you deem the best. God, looking backward, must rehearse in you His vision of the world when it was new, Before He learned, as you will learn, the need Of vice in virtue, heresy in creed. E viIs of every sort you have surveyed And cursed the paradox that God has made. But suddenly, mind overwhelmed by sense, You hear eternity in present tense- The tree toads singing in the shallow pond, Singing and dreaming of tall trees beyond, Singing, and reaching taller trees beyond -ROBFRT HILLYER